"Young Master, why are you back so late?"
When Chen Nan returned to the Leng family.
Song Ziwei rushed to meet him with a resentful expression.
This was the first time in her memory that her young master had returned so late.
Before Chen Nan could reply.
She leaned close to him, sniffed him, and a look of vigilance appeared in her eyes.
She smelled the scent of rouge.
"Here, here, here!"
Chen Nan took out two boxes of rouge from his embrace: "Here, young master bought you a gift."
Song Ziwei snorted: "Returning so late, and bringing gifts, clearly you're feeling guilty. Tell me, have you been fooling around outside?"
Chen Nan was rendered speechless.
Because what Song Ziwei said was true.
The reason he brought back rouge was precisely because he feared this girl would be angry.
Calling it guilty conscience was not an exaggeration.
However.
He was not fazed by such a small matter.
He sighed helplessly: "See, you still don't believe your young master!"
"If I say I was entertaining guests, would you believe me?"
Song Ziwei turned her head away.
Clearly, she did not believe this explanation.
But the next second.
She saw a thick stack of banknotes appear before her eyes.
All of them were for one thousand taels.
"How is there so much money?" Song Ziwei's pupils sparkled with excitement.
The saying 'seeing money makes one open-eyed' was precisely about her.
Even if she had suspected Chen Nan of cheating earlier.
But.
What was wrong with cheating if it brought in money?
Chen Nan put the banknotes away and lay lazily on the reclining chair: "Young master is a bit thirsty."
Song Ziwei quickly said: "Young master, please rest, this servant will pour you water."
Chen Nan: "Young master also wants some fruit."
"Yes, yes."
Chen Nan: "I also want to soak my feet."
For these requests from Chen Nan.
Song Ziwei naturally agreed to them all.
Especially when Chen Nan handed her the fifteen thousand taels of banknotes, she clutched them to her chest as if she had found a treasure: "Does young master also need bedside service?"
Chen Nan gave her a direct glare: "Go play somewhere else."
"Also, go buy me some medicinal herbs tomorrow."
"Buy about five thousand taels worth to start!"
Song Ziwei was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but sigh: "Young master is more 'weak' than I imagined!"
Cough, cough!
Chen Nan spat out the water he was drinking.
Regarding whether he was 'weak' or not, Ning Yinqiu should be able to provide the honest answer.
He changed the subject: "Has the Liang family sent the tiger meat?"
"They sent some tiger offal, I hung it in the well. How does young master want to eat it?" The Liang family had sent people to deliver the tiger meat in the evening.
But because there was no refrigerator in the backyard, to prevent the food from spoiling.
Song Ziwei would store perishable food in a water bucket, tied with a rope and hung in the well.
This would greatly ensure the freshness of the ingredients and extend their shelf life.
Chen Nan said: "Stew all that offal in one pot, the tiger penis... By the way, is the tiger penis big?"
Song Ziwei thought for a moment, unable to describe it, and then said: "About the same as yours!"
Chen Nan felt his face hurt.
It felt like being run over by a speeding yellow school bus on his face.
He was clearly a girl who looked as pure as a flower.
But why was the speed of the car so fast?
Others driving at least had some warning signs.
This girl had no warning signs at all!
Making her unpredictable.
"The water is boiling, right? I'm going to take a medicinal bath first." Chen Nan said, preparing to get up.
But at this moment.
Song Ziwei screamed: "Don't move."
She stared intently at Chen Nan's crotch.
Her clear, beautiful eyes were filled with shock.
"Young master, why is there blood there?"
"Have you gotten so serious that you're urinating blood?"
Chen Nan's expression was: Σ（ﾟдﾟlll）
He looked down at the bright red bloodstain on his pants, which was clearly left by Ning Yinqiu.
What did it have to do with him, Chen Nan?
"Young master, let's not write anymore, let's not write novels."
"I didn't expect you to be urinating blood just to write a novel."
"Although I like money, I don't want to have money and lose you." She said with tears streaming down her face, believing that Chen Nan urinating blood was a result of writing novels.
Chen Nan sighed softly: "I admit that writing novels is tiring and consumes a lot of energy."
"But every time I hear someone likes the stories I write."
"All the hard work and effort are worth it to me."
"As for making money... it's actually secondary."
"A person lives in this world."
"More or less, they should leave some of their own mark in this world."
"I have always firmly believed that only words are eternal and indestructible."
Looking at Chen Nan's dashing figure as he left.
Song Ziwei fell into deep thought.
Young master clearly writes erotic novels.
But why did he spout so many profound truths?
Was there anything worth being proud of in such a matter?
Then she seemed to recall something.
She quickly went to Chen Nan's room door and said through the door: "Young master, I just remembered, this afternoon, the young madam was very angry."
"And she also cursed you as useless."
Creak!
Chen Nan opened the door, looking puzzled: "I didn't offend her, why is she scolding me?"
Song Ziwei shook her head: "Did you do anything that disgraced the Leng family's reputation on the street, or offend someone?"
Chen Nan frowned.
He did cause quite a stir on the street when he was arrested.
But he hadn't offended anyone.
No!
He had publicly scolded Master Lan.
However.
Would Leng Qingmei be angry with him because of Master Lan?
Then he thought about going to the brothel with Liang Jian.
Although he had received a legitimate massage.
From an outsider's perspective, it certainly wouldn't look that way.
If nothing else.
Leng Qingmei must have found out about him going to the brothel and thrown a tantrum.
However.
He didn't want to explain such a thing.
He, a dignified gentleman.
Was he afraid of others slandering him for going to a brothel to find a woman?
Heh!
For him, finding a woman didn't require going to a brothel!
He casually closed the door, took off his clothes, and entered the wooden tub to continue soaking in the medicinal bath.
The medicinal herbs for soaking the bath were increased daily.
For him, the pain he endured every day doubled.
However.
He was not afraid of pain.
Because pain was the driving force that spurred him to become stronger.
Only by enduring the bitterest hardships can one achieve greatness.
Just as Chen Nan was soaking in the medicinal bath.
Qiuzhu arrived outside Leng Qingmei's room.
She knocked on the door, and after a moment, Leng Qingmei's slightly tired voice came from within: "Enter!"
Qiuzhu pushed the door open and entered.
She saw Leng Qingmei sitting at her desk, her face filled with frustration, and a sense of foreboding immediately arose in her heart.
She had followed Leng Qingmei for many years and knew that her temper would be extremely volatile when she couldn't write.
Even a small matter would often cause her to fly into a rage.
If she told her what she had seen.
Without a doubt, she would be furious.
Leng Qingmei's gaze was icy: "Speak, what did you see?"
Qiuzhu knelt on the ground with a thud and said fearfully: "The son-in-law followed Madam Wu Ning to her private residence in the East City, and then... and then the two of them got together."